When I read the words from our past
I wish it was still my reality...

As the lids of your eyes begin to close
and your inner thoughts take over...

I wait for the day you tell me you were wrong
The day we revisit the past...

When I hear your name
My heart begins to beat faster and faster...

I dream of an off switch to conceal myself
To mask what I feel and keep my thoughts for only...

To tell you would be difficult
But keeping it all in is a slow suicide...